DESDEMONA.
Can anything be made of this?
CLOWN.
I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat.
DESDEMONA.
Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report?
CLOWN.
I will catechize the world for him, that is, make questions and by them answer.
DESDEMONA.
Seek him, bid him come hither. Tell him I have moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.
CLOWN.
To do this is within the compass of man’s wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing it.
[Exit.]
DESDEMONA.
Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?
EMILIA.
I know not, madam.
DESDEMONA.
Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Full of crusadoes. And but my noble Moor
Is true of mind and made of no such baseness
As jealous creatures are, it were enough
To put him to ill thinking.